♢ drunken decisions — lhk+kkb
Maybe this was a bad idea. Hongki had one too many drinks, definitely too many. More than he'd had in along time, in fact. His entire summer had been spent sober, unable to drink under his mother's watchful eye, but now that he was back at Hogwarts it was necessary for him to have alcohol in order to function better; in a strange, unhealthy way, he actually was able to think clearer after drinking, finding it helped stifle his anxieties and calmed his racing thoughts. So long as he did so in moderation and made sure to hover about the buzzed phase rather than becoming properly drunk, of course.
However, tonight was a mistake. After taking a walk to Hogsmeade and finding himself in one of its pubs, he'd met an older boy hew as unfamiliar with who had happily bought him a few drinks, and he didn't even have to offer his usual services in return. This was he easiest he'd ever earned his alcohol, no having to do anything but make occasional conversation, but because the drinks continued to come whenever he requested, he found he'd ingested far more than he originally intended. And he was certainly feeling it now.
He wasn't falling-down drunk, but he was was certainly drunk. He sat perched on his stool, his gaze scanning his surroundings before his eyes closed tightly when he suddenly decided they hurt. Trying to focus on anything for too long hurt. Laying his head down on his arms, trying to fight away the woozy feeling, he wondered pathetically to himself how he'd get back to the school like this without getting caught, or be able to attend class the next day with his inevitable hangover. Damnit, this really was a bad idea.